Petunia felt lost, like a little child in a store. She had never had to deal with this before. No one had been this sick before. She couldn't remember feeling so scared in her life. Then again, there'd been no reason to be. What she hadn't said in words, what she couldn't say until she knew he wasn't going to die, was that she loved him, too. She couldn't form the words. She could barely think them.
"No. It was those stupid Death Eaters. It wasn't your fault." You stupid, impossible man. She caught herself just in time before she started to cry again. "You are here. You're here and you're never going to leave again. Not ever." Her fingers lightly traced his face and she pursed her lips as she talked herself down from crying for the umpteenth time. She opened her mouth to say something before closing it again. She couldn't form the proper words. Not even close.